Vlad's eyes narrowed as he felt the sudden eruption of power pouring from Loatan's body. The Sector Master had crossed a threshold—devouring the Origin Force of his own domain, pushing himself into a realm of strength that few could ever touch.
But before Vlad could fully analyze the surge, Loatan was already upon him.
The True Depravita of Wrath's eyes widened in alarm as the massive Devil's speed nearly blurred out of sight. He barely managed to raise his sword in a defensive stance before Loatan's colossal fist came crashing down with the weight of a world.
"What strength—!" Vlad's voice was strained as his entire body trembled under the impact. His arms cracked audibly, bones fracturing beneath the crushing pressure. The blow blasted him across the sky like a meteor, leaving trails of dark fire and shockwaves in his wake.
It took every ounce of willpower for Vlad to stabilize his body mid-flight, but Loatan was already upon him again.
